All right a double feature, I'm doing good! (Considering I'm just cutting and pasting since I'm almost finished writing it) So here's the little bit o' action I promised. Like I said, not a lot right now but just wait and see! Read and Review peas!!

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That morning Harry woke up to Ron's owl Pig's shrieking hooting. "Shut up Pig." Harry grumbled as he turned over on his side to try and get just a few more minutes of sleep.

Realizing he was fighting a losing battle he surrendered to getting up and getting ready. As he descended down the squeaky stairs to the kitchen his thoughts drifted back to last night and his conversation with Desiree. "I still don't believe that someone like her could do that. She seems so controlled."

Reaching the bottom step he entered the, what he thought, deserted living room. "Morning Harry." Harry jumped at least five feet in the air when he heard his name being softly called out.

Looking around for the source of it his eyes landed on Desiree sitting indian style in a chair in the corner. "Morning." he replied `My God she looks so adorable.' Harry thought as he took in her profile.

Her hair was pulled in to a messy bun on the top of her head with strands framing her delicate, un-make upped, tanned face, her Sponge Bob pajamas which made her look like she was a child waiting for her favorite cartoon to come on, and her eyes, though filled with that same hollow vacancy also had glimmers of tiredness and contentment.

"What are you doing up at this hour?" she asked in the same quiet voice, like she was afraid to talk to him. "Couldn't sleep, you." "The same." By now Harry was sitting in the chair next to her leaning towards her with his elbows on his knees.

"Desiree," he began. He had to get this off his chest. "about last night..." "I know what your thinking." she interrupted. "Your thinking that I'm a freak and I have no control over my anger and your right, a lot of times I can't control it. It's not my fault and I want to get help I just don't know where to get it because I don't trust anybody."

"Dez, I don't think your a freak." Harry started again looking straight into her pain stricken brown eyes. "I think just the opposite about you. I think your beautiful and smart. I love the way you smile, laugh, and even the way you get an attitude with people. I know you can't control your anger and I don't blame you. People think I had a horrible childhood just because I lived with the Dursley's. Yeah they treated me bad, but it's nothing compared to what you went through. You're strong Desiree, and there's nothing wrong with that, in fact that's a good thing. But sometimes you can be too strong and that is what I'm worried about. If me or somebody else says something wrong in your mind then you close yourself off and become this person I don't know or want to know. All I'm asking for is the chance for you to trust me. Sirius and I are trying our hardest to get you to open up to us but you've got to help us. Will you?"

By now Harry was even closer to her with his hand entertwined with hers and she wasn't pulling away. "I want to Harry, I really do, but I can't until I am completely free of my past."

Noticing the confused look on his face she lifted the dog tags which adorned her chest along with her family locket. "When I am free, I can trust. And when I can trust, I will let you in."

"What would it take to free you?" Harry asked in a soft, sexy voice. "I don't know. You tell me." Their faces were inching closer together, once again promising a sweet kiss. Their lips softly collided with a gentle yet powerful force.

`Damn he tastes so good.' Desiree hazily thought tasting Harry's spicy honey flavored lips. Releasing a small moan she tilted her head so he could get better access to her mouth.

`Bloody hell' was all Harry could think as he pressed his lips closer to hers. Her candy cherry lips made him melt on the inside and that small moan made him want to rip all her clothes off and do things to her that would make the devil himself blush.

Breaking the kiss after several minutes Harry and Desiree just stared at each other peacefully until `You fool, you just weakened yourself to him. Any more of this hanky-panky and you'll be the next one to die because you didn't watch your back!'

Jerking herself up she mumbled an `I'm sorry' and dashed upstairs leaving Harry very hurt and confused and wondering what he did wrong.

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After a bustling morning of packing the pack made their way to platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross. Looking at all the standard trains going to normal places like Liverpool a thought crossed Desiree's mind. "If Hogwarts is a school for wizards and we don't want muggles to see it, then why would we take the train in the middle of a busy station?"

Bill chuckled at her naiveness to the wizarding world and informed her. "To get on the Hogwarts Express, you have to get onto Platform 9 3/4 and muggles can't see that." "Why?'

"Because you have to go through the barrier and muggles can't go through that." "Where's the barrier?" "Right here." said Ron who overheard their conversation and pointing to the barrier between platforms nine and ten.

Still confused Desiree raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at him and said "Yeah right." "Seriously." said Harry making Desiree jump. Harry and Desiree had barley looked at each other, much less talked to one another this morning. "You just run at the barrier between platforms nine and ten and you'll be on the platform. Just watch."

Walking straight towards the barrier without so much as a glance back at her he walked at the brick pillar and disappeared. A little apprehensive about this whole walking towards a brick wall thing Desiree screwed up some false confidence and walked towards the barrier like it was nothing and found herself at another station with a scarlet steam engine waiting to whisk her off to her new home, and hopefully her past and future.

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When Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Harry, and Desiree all said good bye to all the Weasleys and the train pulled out they made their way into a compartment. Noticing the thick tension in the room Hermione tried to start a conversation.

"You know Desiree, you told me some of your powers, but you have yet to show us." "Nah, you don't want to see them. It's not like their special or anything, I bet tons of people have them." "No they don't Desiree, the last witch who had them was called Nadina and she lived over a thousand years ago."

Upon hearing the term `Nadina' Desiree snapped her head, which was gazing out the window, towards Hermione and said "Come again. Nadina?" "Yes, she was an evil witch that was destroyed by Godric Gryiffindor." "Oh." Desiree said now feeling a little uncomfortable with the turn of this conversation.

"What kind of powers do you have?" asked Ginny interested. "Umm, just things like fire, telekinesis, ya know. Stuff like that." "You sure you don't have the gift of ice? Cause you seem really skilled at it."

All eyes turned towards Harry who had yet to say something the entire trip. Meeting Harry's glare Desiree returned the comment with a "No, not that I know of. But you never know, it might just be towards you since you are such a willing target." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "It means that you are infatuated with me. You can't get me out of your head." "Yeah, your right. For once."

Surprised at his answer because she wasn't actually serious in what she said, Desiree broke her death stare with him to look at the rest of the compartment. "Do you two have something you want to share with the rest of us?" Ron asked teasingly.

"No Ron, it's just the little ice queen over here pulling her crap again." "You know what Potter, you are..." before she could finish her rebuttal the compartment doors opened to reveal the scrub she slammed yesterday.

"Well look what we have here boys." He said referring to the two large gorilla looking guys behind him. "What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked standing up red in the face. He was mad enough as it was from Desiree and he didn't need Malfoy's shit on top of it.

"I got your back Harry." Harry glanced to his left to find Desiree looking at Malfoy with growing disgust and what looked like she was sizing up Goyle and Crabbe. "Yeah, me too." Harry recognized as Ron's voice to his right. "What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked again, his temper rising.

"Oh, nothing. Just wanted to ask how much you were paying her" nodding towards Desiree "to sleep with you. From the way she acts it must be a pretty price, what did you do? Sell off your friends? No the weasel and mudblood wouldn't catch anything. How about..."

Malfoy didn't even finish his sentence because Harry punched him in the face with such force that it knocked Malfoy back into the compartment doors across from them. Seeing the window of opportunity Desiree slammed her fist into Goyle's face and her knee in to Crabbe's groin.

They didn't retaliate quickly out of sheer shock that a tiny girl would hit them with that force. Recovering, the nasty trio tried to make a comeback but Harry, Desiree, and now Ron were too pissed to care. They were causing such a commotion that everybody down the hall was poking their heads out to see what was going on. "Get him Harry get him!" could be heard from several unidentifiable voices while others were either cheering or jeering Malfoy and crew.

After several minutes of blowing and popping, Dean and Seamus of Gryffindor pulled Harry and Ron off Crabbe and Goyle, but weren't too keen on pulling the feisty Desiree of Malfoy who was yelling "How in the fucking world can you call me a damn slut? You think just cause I don't live the shitty boring life you people do that makes me a whore? Huh? Answer me!"

By now Malfoy was almost passed out from either embarrassment or pain. Knowing he was putting his life in the devil's hands Harry leaned down, pulled her up and shook her slightly saying "Stop it. You hurt him enough. Drop it."

Looking into her eyes almost scared him. Fury and rage clouded them but when he began to yell at her he noticed that they were slowly changing back to their hollow state. Feeling that she was calmer know he stepped over Malfoy's groaning body and led her into the compartment.